The medical bag Su Luo made was originally used to draw blood, just in case.
Now since the old man is in a hurry to use it, Su Luo will naturally stay here first.
Anyway, the little white dragon of flame and lightning still has a lot of whiskers, so she can do it again later.
Su Luo plunged the long needle tip into the old man's blood clot!
"Hiss!" Mr. Huan's back trembled, he gasped, and then slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little dazed.
Su Luo smiled faintly at Mr. Huan: "It will be very painful when the poison is taken. It feels like thousands of ants crawling through the wound every moment. Mr. Huan should be able to bear it."
Mr. Huan could indeed bear it, but cold sweat continued to break out from his forehead.
Su Luo winked at Mrs. Nangong.
Mrs. Nangong was still stunned. Aunt Bai had already taken out the handkerchief and handed it to Mrs. Nangong.
"Oh." Mrs. Nangong reacted and went up with a handkerchief to wipe her father's sweat.
When Mr. Huan saw Mrs. Nangong, he held her hand and moved his lips, but was speechless.
"Father, you will be fine. Look, this is Gong Er's future daughter-in-law. She is beautiful, right? Her medical skills are even more beautiful. Your injury looks like drizzle to her. She will be cured in a short time. It will be fine."
While Mrs. Nangong was wiping the old man's sweat and showing off Su Luo, she also didn't forget to brag.
Su Luo looked at it and smiled bitterly.
Mr. Huan knew that his daughter always said what she wanted, so what she said should be the truth.
Mr. Huan looked at Su Luo carefully and nodded secretly. Indeed, with her delicate features and clear eyes, she was a rare transparent and exquisite girl, perfect for Gong Er.
When the others heard Mrs. Nangong's words, they all screamed.
"What?"
"This yellow-haired girl and Gong Er?"
"Are you kidding me? What is Gong Er's identity and who is he?"
"Why do you, a mother, harm your son like this!"
Everyone expressed that they could not accept this incident, so they all verbally and verbally criticized Mrs. Nangong.
Mrs. Nangong sneered: "I, the Second Palace, like it myself. If you have any objections, just tell him."
Everyone was immediately speechless.
Say hello to Nangong Liuyun? We don’t want to die...
At this moment, Su Luo's needle had been inserted into the blood clot in Mr. Huan's lower back, and wisps of dark purple toxin flowed along the needle into the transparent air sac.
Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.
Huan Pei was a little worried: "If this needle is inserted, will blood droplets seep out? Will it poison the lumbar vertebrae next to it? Will it...
He asked Su Luo a lot of questions, but Su Luo ignored her at all.
After a palm-sized air bag was filled with dark purple poisonous blood, Su Luo pulled out the air bag from the leather tube and replaced it with another air bag to continue pumping.
There is so much poisonous blood?
The surroundings were quiet, and everyone's eyes were on Su Luo.
As time passed, the flow rate of blood became slower and slower, and the color of the dark purple blood flowing out gradually began to change, becoming brighter red.
"Does this mean that the toxins have been excreted?" Huan Pei asked with concern.
"Far from it." The Miaoying Shenzhen in Su Luo's hand continuously stimulated Mr. Huan's lumbar and cervical meridians, and the blood that was almost exhausted began to flow out faster. Everyone thought it was amazing.
Su Luo smiled faintly: "It's just stimulating the surrounding acupuncture points and squeezing out the last bit of poisonous juice. It's nothing."